A/N: This is the first 'original' chapter of mine. Chapters 1 - 6 were written by Gandalf Lyonn, and was adopted with permission by me.
Harry Potter Year One: Avalonians to the Rescue
Chapter Seven
The days following Halloween were fairly uneventful, until the time for the first Quidditch match of the season was upon them. Harry was having an even harder time than usual trying to eat breakfast.
"Come on Harry, please just try to eat something! Even some toast! It will help to settle your stomach," Cody said. "You know Madam Pomfrey will be upset if you don't eat anything, especially right before playing Quidditch!"
"I know, but I feel as if I will throw up if I eat anything! Just the thought of food makes me wanna hurl! Oh God!" Harry exclaimed as he dashed from the hall, eliciting worried looks from his friends, indeed the whole Great Hall. Logan rushed out of the hall after him.
"Harry? Harry?!? Where did you run off to now?" Logan muttered as he checked the first room he came to, and then each progressive one, until he got to the boy's room, where he found Harry leaning over the rubbish bin, retching. Logan walked over and brushed Harry's hair out of his face and said, "I am glad I found you, Harry. You worried us all, running out of the hall like that. Just a little nervous about the Quidditch game today, huh?"
Harry, who by this point had finally stopped retching, murmured, "Uh-huh. I'm afraid that I will fall off the broom in front of EVERYONE. All this is so new to me, and I just don't know how to handle classes and such, much less playing a sport I never even heard of a couple of months ago, never mind actually played. Everyone expects me to be a carbon copy of my father, a man who I have never met, because some wanker whose name everyone fears to say killed my parents. Did you know that I never knew that my parents were magical? Or that magic was real, and brooms were used for anything except cleaning?"
"No, and I regret it. You should have grown up in the magical world. I knew your parents really well. If you remember, I told you I even lived with them for a while. I should have petitioned for guardianship of you immediately when I heard of your parent's demise. I could have raised you in Avalon, and you would have been even more well off than if you were in the magical world. I still cannot believe that that blasted Muggle thought he could get away with beating you near to death like that."
"It wasn't your fault, Logan. I am away from my uncle now for good. I am not sure if I will be going back to the Weasleys' for the summer or not, but anywhere would be better than going back to the Dursleys," Harry said. He got up and went over to the sinks to wash his face. "Do you know who I am supposed to stay with for the summer?"
"Actually, no, I don't, right now. But I will be able to give you an answer by Christmas," Logan replied. If I have anything to do with it, I will have custody, he thought before saying, "C'mon, Harry, let's go. It's time for the match to start soon."
"Alright, Logan," Harry said, turning to follow Logan out of the men's room. "Wait a second."
Logan paused and turned to look at Harry, who walked up to him and hugged him. "Thank you, Logan. I am glad you were here for me when I needed you. I am glad to be friends with you and all your family."
Logan returned the hug, and said, "Anytime, Harry. If you ever get lonely, upset, or just need a hug, please come and see me. I will always be there for you. Now, are you sure you are able to play in the match today? I don't want you to hurt yourself or anything."
"I think so. I am still nervous. That is normal, though, I think. Let's go," Harry said confidently.
They walked out of the restroom and headed towards the Gryffindor locker room.
"And the new Gryffindor Seeker, Harry Potter, catches the Snitch! Gryffindor wins!" Lee Jordan announced to the cheers of the crowds. The Gryffindor and Slytherin teams landed, and the team members shook hands with their counterparts.
"C'mon, everyone! Party in the Common Room!" George Weasley said.
The Gryffindors followed the Weasley twins back to the Common Room, where Kenny and Cody, assisted by the house-elves, had prepared for a party. They would have celebrated, even if Gryffindor had lost, because it was Harry's first match on the team.
They partied on until about two in the morning, when Professor McGonagall, dressed in a tartan dressing gown and her hair in curlers, showed up and sent them all to bed, promising that "If I hear even a hint of any of you coming back into this Common Room before morning without a valid excuse, it will be detention for a week!"
The time between the first Quidditch match of the year and Christmas break seemed to fly by for the crew of Avalonians and Britons, but it was far from easy. Draco, for instance, was still having trouble from the Dust of Burning Darkness that Lucius had put in his eyes. The antidote that his godfather had brewed for him had restored his sight, yes, but he had bouts where his vision blurred or doubled.
It seemed that no one really noticed, though, until about a week before Christmas break was due to start. Harry, Cody and Draco were sitting together in the library studying, when Harry heard Draco utter a small moan and whisper, "Oh, Merlin, not again!" while rubbing his eyes.
"What's wrong, Draco?" he asked. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"I'm alright, Harry," Draco replied.
"I don't think so. You sounded like you were in pain, and you were rubbing your eyes again. Are you having trouble with your vision?"
"Well..." Draco said, trying to think of an excuse so he wasn't drug back to the Hospital Wing.
"Draco, you always make me tell you when I don't feel good, because you want me to get better, and you and I always take care to make sure Cody is okay. I think it is only fair you let me and Cody, and all of your friends, really, to make sure you are okay," Harry said.
"Yeah, Draco. We care about you. I know how difficult it can be sometimes having health problems. I have had them for a long time, and I have trouble almost every day. You take the time to help me out when you can, as does Harry. Please, let us take you up to see Mme. Pomfrey... she isn't as good as some of the Healers back in Avalon, but she does a bloody good job," Cody said.
"Alright. I am having some trouble with my vision. It keeps blurring and doubling. I get these massive headaches from it, but I... we... have spent so much time in the Hospital Wing that I didn't really want to have to go back there," Draco said forlornly.
Unnoticed by the trio, the rest of the Avalonian group at Hogwarts, including Professor Anderson, had come up beside them. When Logan heard Draco say he was still having pain from his eyes, he spoke up, shocking the trio. "Draco, I know you don't like the hospital wing, but if you ever want the pain to go away, and to get better overall, you need to go see Mme. Pomfrey. At least, tell an adult who can help you. I am a fairly good Potions brewer, and your Godfather is a First Class Potions Master. Either of us could have given you a pain potion."
"I could have brewed it myself!" Draco said tersely.
"Really? And how many errors would there have been? You would end up killing yourself from a bad potion. I know you are good at potions and all, but in your condition right now, you would have killed yourself!" Logan exclaimed angrily. "You do realize that there are plenty of people that would be upset if you blew yourself up or poisoned yourself, right? Now, promise me that you will come to me or talk to one of your friends if you continue to have trouble with your vision. As a matter of fact, if any of you have any problem at all and need help, or even just need an ear to bend or a shoulder to cry on, you have me to come to. I am willing to be a big brother/mentor to all of you, even the ones I am not related to. And I know that all of you are the best of friends for each other, too, so please, if you have trouble with anything, just talk to someone here, or come to me for advice, help, anything."
The boys all agreed, and thanked Logan for offering to be their "big brother". Then, Logan said, "Come on, Draco, let's get you some headache potion, and see Severus about getting your vision sorted out."
Draco followed Logan out of the library, while the rest of the group remained to finish their homework and studying.
TBC...
A/n: I am sorry that this is not the length and/or quality that the previous chapters are. This is the first original chapter that I have written. (See author's note at top). I will hopefully have a new chapter written soon. Please, review.
